I was excited, really excited. That night I couldn't wait. I heard the door open and close, then the tapping of someone running up the satires. Peter stumbled into my room. I looked at him confused, then angry.
"Why do you leave me like that?!" I burst. "I was so scared..." I fade away.
"First, im so glad you're safe. And second, I'm sorry... I just had to.... To... Uh... Help the people that got hurt...." He says.
I sigh, "okay, I guess, but Spider-Man had to save me, again."
"I'm really sorry..." He says and walks closer to me. I notice him wince in pain.
"Are you okay?" I ask, looking down at his chest.
"Uh, yeah..." He says. "I'm fine." He hugs me tightly. "I'm just glad you're okay,"
I smile and lay my chin on his shoulder. 'Nice to have someone care for you like that,'
"I think the paint is dry," I say and let go of him. He lets go slowly.
"Um, yeah," he says. We start taking all the plastic off of everything and throw it away. He helps me move furniture into my room, he's surprisingly strong...
We finish my room and I loved it.
"Thanks," I say. "For helping me."
He looks at me. "It's no problem."
I smile and look at my watch. "Well, it's 2:36... We should go to sleep." I suggest.
"Yeah," he says. "Night." He walks out of the room. I change into my pyjamas and and turn off the lights. I slip into bed and lay awake thinking of when I get to meet Spider-Man again.
Then a question came to mind,
Do I have affections for Peter or Spider-Man?